I live in a world of scholars
Swim in a sea of disease
Ride on the road of rage
Talk the language of thieves

Freedom never tasted so gone
Where there are cloudless minds and saddening lives
And birds to break the mindless silence with their sweet melody
For I am not just a pawn

But I live in a world of scholars
Where there are smoky skies and faceless people
The film never stops rolling
Blank pages upon every book

I live in a world of disciples
Where the world revolves and rivals
Around the sun
Against the stars
Towards the hope that there is a world less damaged then ours